A singing moon spread out in the middle of the night. In the dormitory, a dim light was on the table. A small moth flew up and burned to ashes in a flash.
The wine pot on the table was empty, Wei Lianji narrowed her eyes and looked at her drunkenly, only thinking that the moth was ridiculous and the people were also funny.
Even though I knew it was a disaster and was destroyed, I still jumped in for the warmth and light
It would be fine if the moths don't have feelings, but they don't understand love affairs, but people know how to seek profit and avoid harm, but they still fall into the soft red with only one foot, and are greedy for joy in the abyss
……
The long night, Wei Lianji had a very long, long dream
In the dream, she was still an unknown little princess, and she would only stick to her mother's side.
The queen mother was moody and would beat and scold her sometimes. She cried and blamed her for being born a young man and why she couldn't please her father.
Sometimes he would hold her with pity, apologize to her, sobbing, saying that the mother is alone and has nothing in her life except you
Sorrow, grief, crying, screaming, mixed with blood and tears, has been filled with the entire Fengyi Temple since I can remember
Fengyi Hall is the residence that concubines in the harem most yearn for, symbolizing the mother of a country and supreme glory.
But the mother always showed such a lonely look. She stood outside the vermilion railing outside the hall, looking at the outline of the eaves of the Tai Chi Palace from afar
In fact, I can't wait for anything. From dawn to dark, I just waited for news that my father stayed in which palace and palace.
Spring goes and autumn comes, the snowy night sings, the crabapple outside the window blooms and falls every year
In the long loneliness and waiting, the mother's mind became more and more dazed. One day, she ran away and cried, killing several of her father's favorite concubines.
There are rumors in the palace that Queen Zhenyi was crazy because of jealousy.
Grandmother died of illness, and the father imprisoned her mother in Yougong Huadian
Wei Lianji saw more than once in the night that the slim figure of the mother queen was hideous in the darkness. She held the sharp blade and cut the flesh and blood of her body, and gently called out: Juro, Juro...
The father ranks tenth among brothers. It is said that he met his mother and queen for the first time, so he called himself Juro.
The mother will tell you about the warm memories of Juro during her time.
They once went out for a spring, rafted in summer, climbed in autumn, and warmed wine at winter nights.
He painted her eyebrows, wrote poems and paintings, and he would also travel with her, ride horses and hunt with her.
Like countless young men and girls in the folk, they are entangled and attached to each other.
Until the father became emperor, he showed his selfishness and greed that was the same as the emperors of all dynasties.
The palm of the world is the power, the beauty lying drunk on her knees
Juro stayed in the past, and the princess whom the other person mentioned was also buried in the turbulent harem of the beauty.
In the winter of the 18th year of Kaiyuan, the mother was seriously ill and the father didn't want to see her.
Among the few concubines that the mother killed, two of them were the father, who had children, had resentment and hatred in his heart. He once vowed to see her forever.
But the mother was seriously ill and called his name in tears.
That night the north wind was howling, and Chang'an snow fell. Wei Lianji knelt under the white jade steps of Tai Chi Palace and knelt all night.
People and snow are blended into one color, and the whole body is frozen and cold
I didn't wait for my father's soft heart, but I just waited for the news from the palace servants of Fengyi Palace.
Empress Zhenyi was emitting plain clothes, slid against the thick and thick door of Fengyi Hall, and died in tears.
The princess who survived in the cold confrontation between father and mother lost her only belief in life and fell in the snow
It's so painful, it's better to go back...
The princess was drunk and was trapped in a nightmare. She was convulsed and sweated heavily.
After the princess came back from the pavilion, she warned her servants not to let the prince consort enter the hospital, but her heart disease still requires medical treatment. Qingzhao still boldly invited the prince consort and tactfully retreated everyone.
Ji Zhan hugged the drunk princess and hugged her tightly in her arms
He rubbed her long hair, and his gentle voice was like the breeze in late spring in Jiangnan, comforting the trembling body and mind of the person in his arms: Lian Ji, be good, don't be afraid
In the white mist, she saw a pair of clear eyes, and a familiar call came from her ears.
Wei Lianji woke up quietly
With seven points of drunkenness in her eyes and three points of clearness, she touched the redness and swollen cheeks, and asked in a daze: Ji Zhan, did I hit you? Does it hurt?
Ji Zhan spread her white palm and gently dropped a kiss: I should be beaten, I'm afraid your hand hurts
Wei Lianji approached his face and pouted: Not enough, I still need it
Ji Zhan kissed her on the lips
We also need to pull off our collar, revealing the two red tips of our snow-white breasts
Ji Zhan pulled the quilt and covered her beauty, and refused softly: You are drunk, I won't do it tonight
Her soft body touched her waist and abdomen: I want it
Ji Zhan pinched her pink cheeks and laughed: During the day, you said...you want me to get out, I will touch you now, don't get angry and cry when you wake up tomorrow
Wei Lianji pretended not to hear it, and she tangled even tighter: I want Ah, think about it...
Ji Zhan hugged her waist, thin and narrow, clearer than before
He said: It's just right, I'm so greedy
I feel so uncomfortable, I'm asking for joy.
Seeing Ji Zhan still stuttering, Wei Lianji frowned and seemed to be drunk and awake: Are you fucking?
The wine pot on the table was empty, Wei Lianji narrowed her eyes and looked at her drunkenly, only thinking that the moth was ridiculous and the people were also funny.
Even though I knew it was a disaster and was destroyed, I still jumped in for the warmth and light
It would be fine if the moths don't have feelings, but they don't understand love affairs, but people know how to seek profit and avoid harm, but they still fall into the soft red with only one foot, and are greedy for joy in the abyss
……
The long night, Wei Lianji had a very long, long dream
In the dream, she was still an unknown little princess, and she would only stick to her mother's side.
The queen mother was moody and would beat and scold her sometimes. She cried and blamed her for being born a young man and why she couldn't please her father.
Sometimes he would hold her with pity, apologize to her, sobbing, saying that the mother is alone and has nothing in her life except you
Sorrow, grief, crying, screaming, mixed with blood and tears, has been filled with the entire Fengyi Temple since I can remember
Fengyi Hall is the residence that concubines in the harem most yearn for, symbolizing the mother of a country and supreme glory.
But the mother always showed such a lonely look. She stood outside the vermilion railing outside the hall, looking at the outline of the eaves of the Tai Chi Palace from afar
In fact, I can't wait for anything. From dawn to dark, I just waited for news that my father stayed in which palace and palace.
Spring goes and autumn comes, the snowy night sings, the crabapple outside the window blooms and falls every year
In the long loneliness and waiting, the mother's mind became more and more dazed. One day, she ran away and cried, killing several of her father's favorite concubines.
There are rumors in the palace that Queen Zhenyi was crazy because of jealousy.
Grandmother died of illness, and the father imprisoned her mother in Yougong Huadian
Wei Lianji saw more than once in the night that the slim figure of the mother queen was hideous in the darkness. She held the sharp blade and cut the flesh and blood of her body, and gently called out: Juro, Juro...
The father ranks tenth among brothers. It is said that he met his mother and queen for the first time, so he called himself Juro.
The mother will tell you about the warm memories of Juro during her time.
They once went out for a spring, rafted in summer, climbed in autumn, and warmed wine at winter nights.
He painted her eyebrows, wrote poems and paintings, and he would also travel with her, ride horses and hunt with her.
Like countless young men and girls in the folk, they are entangled and attached to each other.
Until the father became emperor, he showed his selfishness and greed that was the same as the emperors of all dynasties.
The palm of the world is the power, the beauty lying drunk on her knees
Juro stayed in the past, and the princess whom the other person mentioned was also buried in the turbulent harem of the beauty.
In the winter of the 18th year of Kaiyuan, the mother was seriously ill and the father didn't want to see her.
Among the few concubines that the mother killed, two of them were the father, who had children, had resentment and hatred in his heart. He once vowed to see her forever.
But the mother was seriously ill and called his name in tears.
That night the north wind was howling, and Chang'an snow fell. Wei Lianji knelt under the white jade steps of Tai Chi Palace and knelt all night.
People and snow are blended into one color, and the whole body is frozen and cold
I didn't wait for my father's soft heart, but I just waited for the news from the palace servants of Fengyi Palace.
Empress Zhenyi was emitting plain clothes, slid against the thick and thick door of Fengyi Hall, and died in tears.
The princess who survived in the cold confrontation between father and mother lost her only belief in life and fell in the snow
It's so painful, it's better to go back...
The princess was drunk and was trapped in a nightmare. She was convulsed and sweated heavily.
After the princess came back from the pavilion, she warned her servants not to let the prince consort enter the hospital, but her heart disease still requires medical treatment. Qingzhao still boldly invited the prince consort and tactfully retreated everyone.
Ji Zhan hugged the drunk princess and hugged her tightly in her arms
He rubbed her long hair, and his gentle voice was like the breeze in late spring in Jiangnan, comforting the trembling body and mind of the person in his arms: Lian Ji, be good, don't be afraid
In the white mist, she saw a pair of clear eyes, and a familiar call came from her ears.
Wei Lianji woke up quietly
With seven points of drunkenness in her eyes and three points of clearness, she touched the redness and swollen cheeks, and asked in a daze: Ji Zhan, did I hit you? Does it hurt?
Ji Zhan spread her white palm and gently dropped a kiss: I should be beaten, I'm afraid your hand hurts
Wei Lianji approached his face and pouted: Not enough, I still need it
Ji Zhan kissed her on the lips
We also need to pull off our collar, revealing the two red tips of our snow-white breasts
Ji Zhan pulled the quilt and covered her beauty, and refused softly: You are drunk, I won't do it tonight
Her soft body touched her waist and abdomen: I want it
Ji Zhan pinched her pink cheeks and laughed: During the day, you said...you want me to get out, I will touch you now, don't get angry and cry when you wake up tomorrow
Wei Lianji pretended not to hear it, and she tangled even tighter: I want Ah, think about it...
Ji Zhan hugged her waist, thin and narrow, clearer than before
He said: It's just right, I'm so greedy
I feel so uncomfortable, I'm asking for joy.
Seeing Ji Zhan still stuttering, Wei Lianji frowned and seemed to be drunk and awake: Are you fucking?